My mum called me a couple of minutes ago.
“Where are you?” she asked.
“On a Train” I answered.
“Where abouts?” she queried.
“I don’t know.” I replied, “it’s dark outside”
“Maybe you’re in a tunnel.” She offered helpfully
I have bizarre conversations like this with my mum quite frequently. We can talk about random things for ages without getting bored.
This time though, we finished our conversation quickly as the Train Manager (whoever he is) started to bark over the intercom something about people leaving bikes in the aisles.
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